Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.